You sit on your throne
of assumptions
and notions you know
that you know better
than me.
But why?
Why do you think
as an outsider
as a bystander
as a sideliner
that you know anything at all?
is it your gender?
is it mine?
is that why you so easily
criticize
and villianize
and blame
and shame
those who you deem smaller?
am i smaller because of my occupation?
my situation?
my pronouns?
i was kind
you were not
now i’m the one
who simply aught
to calm down.
i’m too much
well i suppose
you can just go find less.
it’s so easy to direct
from your seat
in a different room.
you’re not even at the table
why should i care what you say?
but i do care
i agonize
i try
i learn
i’m an expert.
a professional
and i won’t stop
because this is me.
i am a lot
i am a try hard
i feel everything.
if you don’t like it
go. find. less.
